"Mmmm." I moaned appreciatively at the huge plate of steak that was drenched in mushroom sauce with a side of onion rings made by Nelly.
She laughed at me as she turned to place the extra mushrooms back into the fridge. "Who thought you how to cook?" I asked before stuffing a fork full of steak into my mouth.
Nelly smiled as if she was recalling a really fond memory. "I used to watch my grandmother a lot. I was the shy child by the way so I was mostly in the kitchen with her." A small smile slipped her lips and she went on.
"Then later on, when I was old enough to actually cook, I used to help my mother out in the kitchen and that is where I learned the basics." She stopped and I swallowed the piece of peppery steak. I motioned across me for her to take a seat.
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